The force/thread that we spin and put in a needle or a shuttle allows us to create a fabric. Each of us, has a background, bagage, an environment, a landscape realized made of reserves, knots, folds, and colored from the color alchemy of emotions. They are our inner landscapes that accompany our way.

A group, each with its form, a repeat of attitudes, repetition, rhythm, cadence, equality, diversity.

Wool on felt sewed with silk thread, the wool forgets, losing, stops having importance, only rest what is important, which joins, an outline in two directions, complementary, two opposite forces, which at one time turn into an alone outline, firmly and constant, the outline that marks the way.